Kelly Preston

Dr. Hilinski turned to me and said gravely, “In thirty minutes, we’ll have to call it, Kelly. I’m sorry.” I wanted to cry but knew I had to be strong. I just knew that Betty Boop would be able to feel my energy. When it was Gizmo’s time, I told her it was okay to go. Maybe the opposite approach would work this time. With two minutes left in the doctor’s grace period, I leaned in close to Betty Boop. “Mommy’s here,” I whispered. “It’s not your time to go yet. Not yet…not yet, my Betty Boop.” Suddenly she inhaled deeply, and then began breathing on her own. It was a miracle. “Amazing,” Dr. Hilinski said, and then repeated, ” amazing .”

Mr. MaGoo

I realized almost immediately that my single, greatest challenge would be the human. I set out to complete a few simple tests. She seemed to enjoy peek-a-boo and, since she grasped that concept with a fair amount of ease, I then attempted to teach her peek-a- poo . Well, that one didn’t go over nearly as well, so I decided to focus my energies on a comprehensive evaluation of the habitat security instead, and resolved to come back to project “lighten up human” at a later date or perhaps intermittingly as time permitted. Several glaring security issues were apparent, primarily involving the lack of boundaries being maintained to keep others out. I struggled to inform the human of the gravitas of the situation; she resisted badly and I, with no alternative, finally masterminded the perfect plot to illustrate the dilemma. I deduced the best way to tell her was to show her how easily one could get out-because if one can get out , one can most certainly get in.